took him home. told him i would rock his world. passed out. a for effort f for follow thru
alex threw up in my bong. i'm going to call it a night.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
So where are we on this whole, you write my paper...i do sexual favors situation?
Already puke and ralleyd and dressed like a bear.
he turned down sex AND sandwiches. who the hell does that?!
see these eyes, they just want to bone and go to sleep.
I was barred out and drunk as fuck locked out at 3am in my Indian costume. It was literally freezing outside. I laid down on the concrete and made a bonfire with dry leaves. Then proceeded to ask.the.bonfire nicely to "please dont go out". Drunk me went strait up survival mode.
Who knew there were so many rules and judgements about laying on a kitchen floor. I'm all like I'm resting. It just happens to be on a kitchen floor.
I think that's why god made me a woman. Bc it's harder to slap people in the face with a vagina.
I'm pretty sure I just need an IV drip of Plan B at this point...
This strip club is mediocre. Talent is fine. Fung shui is bad.
...and with one comment dissing Hannibal Lecter, I suddenly understood why we never worked out.
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
My GF, FWB and Side piece are all booty calling me. I’m a victim of my sexual success
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